I’ll still be doing a small family FaceTime, immediately followed by a larger Zoom with my college friends and maybe three work friends, max, but that’s really going to be it.
I can spit anywhere I want. I can smoke big-ass cigars. I can grit my teeth to show that I’m not exactly happy with how close you’re getting to my PT Cruiser.
When this is over, I’m going to get my ass to all the live entertainment the city has to offer. As long as I can afford the tickets, because, again, my mother still subsidizes many of my expenses.